Chapter 50: Return to the City
Azure Longsword?
The mercenaries were speechless.
This terrifying crater in the ground, as if it had been bombed, was caused by the people from Azure Longsword?
“I’m not quite sure about this.” Asker replied, facing the gazes of the Arcane Mages.
“Hehe.” Orlin smiled faintly and didn’t press further.
Whether it was done by your people or not, I’ll definitely write it as you in my report.
The group paused by the pit for a moment and was about to move on when a passing mercenary curiously touched the remains of the powered armor, trying to open it from the outside.
Of course, it wouldn’t open, the frame was twisted and deformed.
“My god.” The mercenary clicked his tongue. Such sturdy powered armor could actually be melted by this so-called high temperature. Just how terrifying was the fire ability that the Arcane Mages spoke of?!
And such a terrifying ability came from someone in the Azure Longsword mercenary group?!
Most of the remaining mercenaries also thought of this and immediately switched sides in their minds, discarding their previous hostility towards Azure Longsword.
Jealousy? Curses? How could that be, they were incredibly strong, okay? They couldn’t wait to worship them.
Many opportunists even cast sympathetic glances at Hogg, who had previously stepped forward to taunt them.
Those glances clearly said: You’re done for.
Having offended such a powerful mercenary group, you can start preparing for your funeral, find a priest and arrange your last rites!
Hogg’s face also turned pale.
If he had seen this “powered armor graveyard” earlier, how would he have dared to jump out and provoke them so arrogantly!
He would have tucked his tail between his legs and kept quiet in the crowd.
He even put himself in Asker’s shoes and thought with fear that the reason why Asker hadn’t attacked him might be because he was wary of the presence of Rudashius and the Spartans.
After returning to the city and disbanding for free time, the people from Azure Longsword might corner him in an alley, barbecue him with flames, and destroy the evidence.
A sense of terror climbed up from his heart like a vine.
No! I have to escape quickly, I can’t just sit here and wait for death!
He carefully slowed down his pace and gradually fell behind the group.
As he passed the members of Azure Longsword, his heart beat faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
“Are you okay?” Nuo happened to pass by him and asked with concern, seeing how pale his face was.
“I’m fine, don’t burn me!” Hogg was so frightened that he ran away without thinking.
“Come back! Stop!” Rudashius, noticing someone running away from the team, immediately shouted at his back.
Hogg didn’t even look back, but ran even faster upon hearing this, until Rudashius took a spear from his companion, performed a standard one-handed spear throw, and impaled the unlucky mercenary in the back.
“Anyone who deserts without permission will be dealt with on the spot by military law!” He turned his cold gaze to the mercenaries and said in a chilling voice.
The mercenaries fell silent, all lowering their heads and continuing on their way.
Asker was lost in thought and looked at Medea again.
“I just wanted to teach him a lesson.” Medea shrugged. “Who told him to make you suspect me… But I was also startled by the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the Spartans.”
…
Upon returning to Olympia, the mercenaries were warmly welcomed by the city’s residents.
In a self-governing city-state like Olympia, the citizens had a strong sense of honor. After all, most of them had never left the mountain in their lives. If the city were to be breached by the Crusaders one day, they wouldn’t even know where to flee.
According to Siris custom, after winning a battle, there would naturally be a “celebratory banquet.” This term was written as “Συμπoσιον” in ancient Siris, but obviously, different ethnic groups had different understandings of its meaning.
The mages of Olympia believed that a banquet meant discussing academics together, while having a little wine to stay energized.
The Spartans and mercenaries believed that a banquet meant drinking together until everyone was either drunk or passed out.
Therefore, in the hall of the Truth Hotel in Olympia, the banquet guests were clearly divided into two groups:
One group held their wine glasses and talked non-stop, while the other group held their wine glasses and kept pouring the wine into their mouths.
The girls of Azure Longsword were lucky. On the one hand, they belonged to the mercenary camp, so no mages dragged them into academic discussions.
On the other hand, it wasn’t very interesting to force girls to drink, especially since there were underage girls among them.
Therefore, the Spartans didn’t try to persuade them to drink, but simply gave the girls a separate table, ordered some light and delicious dishes, and also ordered juice, honey, and milk.
Seeing this, the mercenaries naturally wouldn’t go over and make things awkward for themselves, especially since the Spartans had returned with a large vat of wine.
So another, even more intense battle began.
On the hotel balcony, Asker stood there with a wine glass in hand, taking small sips while looking at the scenery outside.
This hotel was actually built on the edge of the Olympus Tree’s trunk, so from the balcony, he could see the continuous mountains in the distance and the stars in the night sky.
“Mr. Asker.” The voice of Quintus, the city lord’s son and a young noble officer, came from behind. He also held a wine glass in his hand, his elbows resting leisurely on the railing.
“What are you looking at?” He asked with a smile.
“The scenery here is quite nice.” Asker said.
“Indeed, besides the Alps, the Olympus Tree growing on Mount Olympus is the highest point humans can reach on foot.” Quintus said eloquently. “In fact, Olympia is the highest city in the world, and also the city of hope for Transcendents.”
“I hope it won’t be destroyed by the Latin Crusaders.” Asker said.
“I hope it won’t be destroyed by the Latin Crusaders.” Quintus raised his glass and repeated his words. “You know, when the name Azure Longsword appeared in the battle report, our intelligence personnel were suspicious of you.”
“After all, your mercenary group wasn’t famous before, and the records in this battle report were too exaggerated. The Union Intelligence Agency even thought that you had colluded with the Latin Crusaders and deliberately put on a show to gain our trust.”
“But my father later dismissed their suspicions.” Quintus looked into the distance and said slowly, “After all, your surname is Achilles.”
“Can a surname explain anything?” Asker asked with a smile.
“A surname can’t explain anything, but it can explain a lot.” Quintus’ words seemed contradictory.
Then, he lightly patted the railing and said with a sigh:
“Achilles… your bloodline comes from the Dragon Kingdom, but your roots are in Siris. Since your ancestors chose to stay, the name Achilles has become the link between you and this land.”
“Every generation of Achilles has been a Transcendental, even of the ‘Weapon Master’ bloodline. You don’t seem to be affected by the negative impact of supernatural abilities on fertility, you have a natural advantage in endurance and agility, and the Weapon Master bloodline maximizes your physical qualities.”
Asker understood his implication: the Achilles family had always been of the Weapon Master bloodline, which meant that they were almost equivalent to a Transcendental family (although only he was left in the current generation).
Almost no Transcendental family with even a little fame would choose to cooperate with the Catholic Crusaders.
Because once the cooperative relationship was known by the Church, it would mean betrayal, capture, and the stake.
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